"Partners?" Ryuk chuckles darkly. "No, Light. I’m a Shinigami. I reap lives. Yours is just forty seconds overdue. It was fun to watch, though. Humans really are more interesting than gods."
But Near does not flinch. Instead, he lets out a soft, almost sad sigh. "Mikami, do you really believe that notebook is real?"
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The word hangs in the air like a guillotine blade. Light. Not Kira. Light Yagami.
Mikami freezes. Light’s smile falters for a fraction of a second. "Partners
Light laughs—a dry, controlled sound. "L is dead. I killed him with my own hand, through my servant Rem. And you? You’re just a pale imitation. A ghost playing detective." He looks at his watch. "Any moment now, Teru Mikami will arrive with the real Death Note. He will write all your names. And then… it’s over."
The silence that follows is absolute.
Light looks up at him, a flicker of hope in his dying eyes. "Ryuk… write their names. I order you. I’m your owner. Write their names!"
Near watches him without pity. "There are no gods here, Light Yagami. Only men. And men must answer for their sins." I reap lives
"You kill," Near says simply. "And you’ve become what L feared most: a bored child with an infinite power to judge. L knew that justice isn’t a weapon. It’s a process. A fragile, human process. You abandoned your humanity the moment you picked up that notebook."